Me: The Cloud

 

I am a cloud

A wispy white cloud

Un-noticed by most

But seen by those who

look for these particular

clouds

 

I wonder if I could be

the Sun

like the most, the rest

But instead I am a cloud

covering up the Suns’ flaws

to make them more beautiful

 

I hear the wind

pushing me around

whispering to me

where to go, what to do,

who to be, how to act

controlling my every move

like a puppeteer

 

I see the sun

in its beautiful glory

soaking up its attention

as for the stars

I try to cover them up

for attention, admirability

But I will never compare to them

My activeness is just frowned upon

by all but those very few

 

I want to be like the stars

bright and brilliant

breathtaking and beautiful

as far as the eye can see

I want to make

something of myself

to be, to do, to feel

something special

 

I am a cloud

A wispy white cloud

un-noticed by most

but seen by those who

look for these particular clouds.